A light that could pierce the void erupted from Qi Xiu's eyes. The Eternal Night—already torn asunder and thrown into chaos by his Command Talisman—was reflected in the Spirit of Night Travel's eyes, which now held a rare trace of solemnity.
Can it really be done? How can he withstand it? How can a mere mortal wield such power?
Gazing at the young Daoist opposite her, who still stood tall and straight, the Spirit of Night Travel first froze. A myriad of questions surfaced in her mind, and then, with a slight sniff, she seemed to catch onto something.
This scent… the power of nature… The work of the Primordial Spirit Realm?
Sensing the intensely rich power of nature within Qi Xiu, the Spirit of Night Travel's eyes revealed a hint of realization.
So, there was a master of the Primordial Spirit Realm dissipating the backlash for him. No wonder.
